Professional Distance (Thorne and Dash 1)

“Last week, when I smacked your ass, you pretended not to like it, but your reaction told me you wanted more.”

Thorne didn’t say anything. He simply watched Dash warily, looking both terrified and desperately turned on.

Dash sucked on Thorne’s middle finger for a few seconds. “Have you ever been spanked by a lover, Thorne?”

“I…”

Dash nibbled the pad of Thorne’s thumb. “Tell me.”

“No.”

“Would you like to find out how it feels? Would you like me to bend you over the bed and redden your ass before I fuck you?”

Thorne’s breath was fast, harsh. He’d closed his eyes, and his teeth gripped his lower lip. There were droplets of sweat on his brow. “Tell me.” Dash made his voice more demanding.

Thorne jerked in response, opening his eyes. “Yes.” The word seemed to have been dragged out of him by a force he couldn’t control.

“I’ll stop anytime if it’s not what you want.”

“If I do this, you’ll stay all weekend?” Thorne asked, gathering back a little of his control.

Dash nodded. “Yes, I’ll stay all weekend.”

“Until Monday morning?” Thorne asked.

“Sunday night.”

Thorne frowned.

“If I stay until Monday, you won’t be in any shape to go to work. Don’t push it.”

Thorne licked his lips. “I’m willing to take the risk.”

The look on Thorne’s face was so lust-filled, it made Dash dizzy with need of his own. “Sunday night. That’s all I can give.”

Thorne stared him down for a few more seconds, but ultimately gave in. “We can always renegotiate later.”

“I doubt you’ll be capable of speech later. Now strip. I’m ready to have you naked.”

Thorne’s brows rose. “What happened to slow, to anticipation? We do have all weekend.”

“I promise there will be plenty of anticipation. I’ll have you so revved up by the time I fuck you, you’ll be certain you’re losing your mind.”

“I think I already have.”

“We don’t have to do this. I can stay the one night instead.”

Thorne glared at him. “No.”

“Then I expect payment up front.”

Thorne looked away and played with his cuff again. “This isn’t easy for me.”

Dash moved closer and stroked his arm. “I know. I’ll go slow. I won’t do anything you’re not okay with. Do you trust me?”

Thorne still didn’t look at Dash. “Yes.”

Dash teased the back of Thorne’s neck with his fingertips. “If we wait, you’ll just worry more.”

Thorne turned then and nodded. “You’re right.”

As he discarded his shirt Thorne asked, “Aren’t you going to undress too?”

Dash leaned against the doorframe, watching him. “No. I’m not.”

“I thought you loved being naked.” Thorne used his arrogant-asshole tone. But it wasn’t working. Dash wasn’t intimidated, and he could tell how nervous Thorne was by the stiff way he carried himself. He’d fix that though.

“I do, but tonight I want to be dressed while you’re spread out naked for me. I want to unzip my pants, take my cock out, and fuck your red, welted ass while you writhe under me.”

“Holy fuck.” Thorne swayed on his feet like he was dizzy from the thought of it.

“Bend over the bed. Now.”

Thorne shoved his briefs down, kicked them off, and did as he was told. Dash spent a few moments taking in the sight of him. He was fucking beautiful.

THORNE HAD FANTASIZED about Dash spanking him several times during the week, but now he lay there, sweaty and scared, as he anticipated Dash’s hand on his ass. Dash would stop if he needed him to, Thorne knew that, but he hated how vulnerable he felt—most of him did, anyway. Apparently his cock was all for Dash beating his ass.

Dash stepped up behind him, the smooth fabric of his pants cool against Thorne’s leg. Dash was right. It was hot as hell for him to stay fully dressed. It made everything dirtier and emphasized how fucking dominant he could be. Thorne wanted to give himself to Dash, wanted to be taken. If only he could relax enough to enjoy it.

Dash wrapped a hand around Thorne’s aching cock. Thorne tried not to react, to stay still so Dash wouldn’t know how desperate he already was. But when Dash started stroking him, Thorne thrust into the circle of his hand, unable to help himself.

Dash chuckled. “Like that, do you?”

“Fuck off,” Thorne snarled.

Dash released Thorne’s cock and rubbed his hands over Thorne’s ass, kneading his buttocks, spreading them, then bending down, so fucking close that his warm breath tickled Thorne’s hole.

“Fuck,” Thorne whispered.

“Mmmm. This is going to be so fun.”

“Fun? It’s going to fucking hurt.” Was he insane to agree to this?

“You’re going to love it,” Dash purred.

“Just get on with it.”

Dash slid his hands over Thorne’s ass again, up and down, warming the flesh. The friction was amazingly erotic. Thorne jumped in surprise when soft caresses turned to the scratch of nails across his flesh. Dash hadn’t really hurt him, but now his ass tingled, making him so fucking aware of it.